tales from an ordinary world
2002-04-12
For the third night in a row I found myself in Chapel St around 8:15pm, while in transit to other places.
The first night, I was heading home from the soundart talk/performance. Giggly teenage girls knocked over a bin next to KFC while a policewoman across the street shouted at them to pick all the rubbish up.
The other two nights, it'd be 10 minutes until the tram was due to arrive, so I'd walk up from Dandenong road, getting about halfway between High St and Commercial Rd before the tram caught up with me. A light rain fell across my brisk walking pace. Dodging people on the pavement. Looking in windows. Cake shops, furniture, clothes, stereos, greeting cards, army disposals, hairdressing, fast food and slow food.
It's almost too much. I need a new place to haunt.
